Good evening, All. It is with regret that I must share with you that I'll be stepping away from the game for the next few months. Life, both at work and home, has gotten unexpectedly complex and I'm finding myself without the necessary spoons to devote to much else. Perhaps after events calm down I ...

Digsby slowly inches his way across to the other side of the dead-end hallway and sidles his way along the wall to peek around the corner. Peering down the hall he watches the flaming demon progress unhurriedly in the direction of his unsuspecting compatriots. The gardener considers his options, Wel...

Upon seeing such a macbre setting populated with an annoyed - and flaming - creature, Digsby swallows an, "Ulp!" and high-tails it - quietly! - back to the crossing corridor and quickly turns into the left hand path of darkness. The halfling retreats about ten feet back into the gloom, tur...

Digsby peeks out of the room and down the hall. " Not sure, " he replies to Doughty, " I'm pretty sure it wasn't there when we entered this room but I can't say it seems any brighter or closer now. " Looking over his shoulder to Weeba, " Won't know if it profits us until we ...

"That's a decent idea," Digsby agrees, "To my thinking there's the chapel just down the hall, the house we found back on the surface, if it still stands after that fire in the attic, or we could head back to the ship and see about getting some medical attention as well." He glan...

As the others extricate Doughty from the mess of timber, dust and splinters, Digsby carefully examines the hall outside for any attention the noise may have attracted. Once satisfied he turns back to the others and fields the coin flipped back to him. "Are they the same kind of coins we found i...

As Doughty begins to work with the box Digsby leans into the room. "Doughty, that slit on top, could a coin slip through?" Digsby asks. The gardener flips a gold piece across to Doughty.

As Doughty and Weeba begin their inspections, Digsby keeps an eye out and plays rear guard. These tunnels had sprung more than one surprise and he certainly didn't fancy another.

Digsby nods to his compatriots and takes up position on the latch side of the door. The gardener takes a moment to consider and then scans the edges of the door looking for any discernible traps or light leaking from withn. Once satisfied, he readies his shovel and then carefully reaches over and pr...

Digsby comes to from the mild trance induced by studying the Troll God's gift. " Thank you, O Craggy One. " he whispers and slides the ring in place. The ring firmly upon his right pinky he turns as the rock-on-rock sound of the secret door sliding back fades away. " Well, that’s sere...

Digsby considers the altar and small chapel for a few moments, satisfied with his work. After a few moments he realizes an offering may be in order. Looking at the falchion in his hand he nods, " Seems appropriate, taken from a foe fallen in battle and then used to clean the altar." The di...

Digsby takes a moment and surveys the small chapel, apparently long disused, neglected and treated with a significant lack of respect. He approaches the altar, looks at it consideringly then nods. " 'S'just not right... " he mutters to himself. Selecting one of the falchions 'rescued' earl...

Digsby pockets the ring he had shown Fancy Francine and considers Weeba's suggestion, "I'm all for that. Unless anyone wants to go back and check that passage the rats came through?"

Enjoy your time off, Rusty. May it be everything you need and want it to be.

Digsby looks at the others making their decisions and sidles up to the counter brushing leftover rat fluff off his shoulders. Addressing Fancy Francine, "If you don't mind, I'll take a seasoned rat and a rat beer. Gotta wash that acrid smoke outta my throat." While Francine looks after his...

Digsby looks around at the giant rat carcasses, the smoke not affecting him all that much, " I wonder if the Rat-on-a-Stick folks would like these? Maybe they'd be willing to trade? Something fresh-cooked? I wonder if they'd have any healing potions or salves? A few of us could certainly use th...

Digsby hears Doughty's cry and, with a shout, " Shish kebab! " wades forward sweeping his flaming spade in brilliant arcs. He re-doubles his efforts to defend his companions while flame-broiling their opponents. (Warshovel) [1d6] = 5+[1d6] = 1+[1d6] = 2+[1d6] = 1(+3 adds) = 12 (Warshovel) ...

Heh... It's just clicked, we're fighting Rodents of Unusual Size. If things go well, we'll end up with Rats On A Stick.

ROUS > ROAS

Who knew?

Ok, yeah, my brain makes odd connections...

Here's hoping your job quest goes quickly and your dice roll true.